1970s Surgeons? | Colin Farrell’s Pistol

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Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that I was inside a very large multi-purpose building that seemed to be a shopping mall combined with a hospital and who knows what else, I remember walking to an area that was part of the hospital I assume even though it did not look like it.

I am not sure if this dream took place during the 1970s or if these dream characters just looked like they were from that time period, either way, I remember seeing some 1970s-like doctors/surgeons and their assistants and some other hospital workers preparing a male patient with light-color skin for surgery.

The patient was a rich somewhat older man, his wife who was probably in her 50s or older (even though she looked younger than that probably thanks to plastic surgery including maybe breast implants) and who had light-color skin was there with him, and he wanted the doctors/surgeons to also do some surgery (probably more plastic surgery) on his wife.

He told his wife to show them, she probably took her shirt off to show some strange crusty buildup (like a smashed up honey comb) that was probably on her implant enhanced breasts and a few other areas, and I guess he wanted that checked and removed and adjustments to her plastic surgery to be made.

One of the surgeons asked his male assistant, who was also a doctor/surgeon to handle that but he did not want to, but the main surgeon and some higher ups from the hospital told him that he was to do it now because the male patient was one of their best customers who had paid lots of money to the hospital over the years.

The assistant took a few lower level assistants with him to take the wife to a room to handle her surgery if necessary while the main surgeon and his team took the male patient to the operating room, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

This dream took place during the day and I remember being at a fictional apartment that my aunt JE lived at, my mom and I were there to help my aunt JE with something, and we were going to be testing out one of the apartments for a few months.

The apartment was a brick building along a sidewalk where each apartment had its own door with only the walls on the left and right of each apartment separating them, there was a back door for each apartment as well, and I remember my mom and I trying to get my aunt JE to come to the door to let us in.

We were not sure if she was sleep or gone, I remember us looking at the apartment that we were going to test out, and then my mom went back to see if my aunt JE would answer the door now.

I noticed a strange suspicious man with light-color skin outside the front of the apartments sneaking around trying to get inside, I felt that he had a pistol and that he was an assassin, and I was worried about the safety of my mom and my aunt JE et cetera so I tried to go warn them.

Somehow the next thing that I remember is riding in an automobile with Colin Farrell, we were on our way back to the apartment, and I told him about the situation and he also felt that the man was an assassin.

Mr. Farrell handed me a very small black pistol, a subcompact pistol that looked a bit like a Glock but it had an odd shape with a slight curve, and I asked him about the ammunition for it and he said that it shot .380 rounds.

Mr. Farrell said that I could use his pistol to deal with the assumed assassin if necessary, as we were arriving back to the apartment a parade was taking place that was being guarded by police, and I tried to sneak by the parade with the pistol hidden in my hand.

Somehow someone saw my pistol and they yelled: Gun!; and so male police officer who some would consider to be Asian told me to stop, but I kept moving while trying to tell him that there was an armed man who was the real threat and that we needed to stop him.

The police officer started to chase me, up ahead I saw the assumed assassin running back toward the apartments, and I tried to chase him as the police chased me.

The next thing that I remember is being back at the apartment with my mom and my aunt JE, we had bought several plates of food from somewhere that had a special sushi plate lunch every day, and it came with something that was not really sushi and it came with two sides and maybe a roll.

My aunt JE picked which ones she wanted, we decided which we would put up for later and which we would eat now and which we would give away, and I got caught in a cycle of thinking about these fake sushi plate lunches until I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

By John Jr

Hello, I am John Jr, welcome.

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